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Whipped

BPOV

What was he doing? Suddenly he was my best friend? Not wanting to make an idiot out of us both I slid my hand into his and hopped down from the truck. As soon as our skin made contact my heart started to hum. He slammed the door shut behind me and when I expected him to drop my hand he tightened his grip.

"I'm not going to stand by and let you fall."

"What makes you think I would fall?" I replied indignantly. Who was he to presume that I would fall? I'm not incompetent, I've been walking for a long time now and only a small fraction of that was spent falling down, or over, or even up. He pulled me to a stop with a bemused smile on his face.

"In the time I've known you I've had to save you a few times." He shook his head slightly at me.

"I'm sorry to have been an inconvenience to you Cullen. Maybe you should have just let the van hit me and be done with it." I tried to rip my hand from his grip, humiliated, but he refused to let it go. I felt myself being pulled slowly toward him, my feet slipping on the frozen snow making me lose balance. My fists grabbed his jacket and I hauled myself upright as he caught me around the waist.

"You were saying?" I was losing my grip on reality again. All I was aware of was his hands settling on my hips, his nose brushing against the side of my face as he whispered into my ear with a soft laugh. My eyes closed as my nostrils filled with the smell of his neck. Unaware I was doing it I took a half step towards him, pressing my body into his. A small groan escaped from between his lips, blowing his hot breath down onto my neck making me shiver and his arms wrapped fully around me, pulling me closer.

"I don't remember." I whispered into his shoulder, enjoying the sensations coursing through my body. I couldn't escape the feeling that this was right, that I belonged in his arms, that my body was made to fit perfectly against his.

"Neither do I." His eyes found mine and I couldn't look away. I had memorised his eyes over the past few months, unaware they existed. Now that I knew I couldn't look away. The tiny specks of gold existed in front of me swimming in a sea of shimmering chartreuse. Muscles in my fingers twitched, itching to delve deeply into his thick bronze hair and tug on it like he does.

Beautiful fingers trailed along my jaw before he cupped my face in both his hands, tilting my face slightly as I still couldn't look away. Suddenly his eyes darted down to my mouth and I involuntarily took my bottom lip into my mouth and bit down. It was a nervous habit I started as a child and had never grown out of it. Then he slowly licked his lips.

EPOV

I don't know what came over me. She said something completely stupid about how I should have let her die under the van that tool Crowley almost slammed into us. What? How could she even think that I had ever wanted that? Easily, unfortunately, considering what a prick I've been. My hand acted on its own again, I was beginning to think I was living a version of Idle Hands. The little bastard just couldn't help but pull her back to me after my feet stopped. Of course she slipped, proving my point and I was about to gloat when her fists curled into my jacket. My hands grabbed at her waist to prevent her falling and she was in my arms again.

"You were saying?" My nose was almost completely buried in her hair, desperately inhaling the smell. My hot breath hit her neck and she shivered. I was getting off on her reaction to me being so close. I pulled my arms tighter around her, pressing her body closer to mine.

"I don't remember." My mouth was so close to her neck, I could easily just start kissing it and pray to, well, anyone that she wouldn't completely freak out and kick me in the nuts.

"Neither do I." I pulled my face away from her neck and looked down into those beautiful brown eyes that managed to completely undo me every time. My fingers trailed across her jaw line and I found myself cupping her face. The urge to kiss her was making my whole body vibrate. It was more than an urge, it was a need. I needed to feel her lips on mine. I needed to taste her. Instinctively my eyes darted from her eyes to her lips and back again, seeking her tacit consent to do what I had wanted to do last night when her face had flushed with orgasm caused by dreaming about me. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip in anticipation and I had my answer.

Licking my own lips I glanced behind her to find Jasper, Alice, Emmett and half the school staring at us. Fuck it. If they wanted to stand there and watch this then so be it. Perverts. I wasn't going to let an audience sway my decision.

Finding the strength I bent down my head and brushed her lips lightly with my own, eliciting a small moan. I was vaguely aware of some shouting but I couldn't hear it. I had tunnel vision, Bella mattered and she was the only thing that did. My lips found hers again just as her hands found my hair, her hands balled into fists, grasping chunks of it so that I couldn't back away. Her tongue flicked across my lips and it was my turn to groan. She had me. Completely.

It was only when her back hit into the truck that I realised that I had been walking her slowly backwards. She gasped and I renewed my assault on her mouth, teasing and thrusting with my tongue until she moaned my name like she had in her sleep last night. Her mouth tasted of green apples and grass and citrus and mint. I couldn't get enough of her.

If the bell hadn't sounded I would have kissed her all morning. When I pulled away she was breathing raggedly, face flushed and refusing to meet my gaze. Her feet crunched through the snow as she ran to Alice, grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door to class. Dazed, I walked over to Jasper and Emmett.

"Well. That was...new." Emmett sniggered at me.

Bella wasn't at lunch. Or in biology. What had I done? Newton was waiting for me after class. All day I had felt his narrowed eyes on mine. Ordinarily someone like him wouldn't have even registered, but after witnessing his continued assaults on Bella day after day I had grown to seriously dislike the boy. Knowing that he had actually had sex with her made me hate him with a passion. I had passed most of the day alternating between thinking about how I had probably destroyed any chance with Bella and the many ways in which I could kill him with my bare hands. The current favourite was disembowelment.

"Cullen, I want a word." Rolling my eyes I fantasised about punching him in the face, breaking his nose.

"What?"

"I know you are new here and I thought I'd give you the heads up." He started to advance on me, trying to back me into a corner. When he realised I was not easily intimidated his confidence began to waver. "Anyway, Bella, stay away from her."

"Or what?" This kid was obviously used to getting his own way, his eyes widened and his mouth tightened.

"She and I are kind of an item."

"Funny, seems to me she hates being in the same room as you."

"You don't know shit, Cullen."

"Tell you what Newton. You stay away from Bella and I won't break your legs." This wasn't going as he had planned. I wondered how many times he had done this to other kids in the school who had glanced at Bella in passing.

"I don't think she would like that much."

"I think she would love it." I was bored. Mike Newton was seriously bugging the shit out of me, if I didn't manage to get out of this conversation it would end in pain.

"I'll tell you what she loves, she loves it when my fingers touch her..." That was it. I wasn't aware of my hand balling into a fist, but I was aware of the sickening crunch of his nose when it connected with his face. "Son of a bitch." Tears rolled out of his eyes as his hands clutched at his nose, blood pouring from between his fingers. I'd never liked the sight of blood so much in my life.

Fighting the urge to take him by the neck I walked out of the room, leaving him crying behind me. Violence had never been so satisfying.

My knuckles throbbed as I strode out to my car. Emmett and Jasper were waiting for me impatiently and patiently respectively. They both cocked an eyebrow at me as I approached, picking up on the anger pouring from me.

"They say that violence is never the answer, Edward."

"They sanction it when it comes to Newton."

"Better get Carlisle to get you a tetanus jag when he comes home, Newton looks like he has several untreated STI's swirling around his blood." Jasper snickered at me.

"Well, now he has a broken nose to distract him."

BPOV

Horrified. I had been horrified at how desperately I wanted his tongue in my mouth that I had to get as far away from him as I possibly could. I had whimpered into his mouth as his fingers brushed across my hips. I was sure my face was bright red as I refused to meet his gaze and ran away from him. What I wanted to do was take his hand, drag him into the truck and fuck the arse off of him right there.

Bloody hell.

Just the thought of his hands on my thighs made my knees buckle. I could only imagine how I would actually react if he ever did it. Please let him do it. Alice had a look of undisguised triumph on her face when I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the doors of school. I could read her like a book and I knew she had more information than I did at that moment in time but I didn't care.

"Bella! Why are you holding my hand right now?" Ignoring her I flung us through the door into the toilets and cracked my head against the wall as I leaned heavily against it. Bringing my fingers up to the sore spot I finally looked at her.

"Everybody was looking."

"Yes, they were. It's the most exciting thing to happen in the car park since, well, you know."

"I heard Newton shout something."

"Ignore him."

"What did he shout?"

"Jasper will take care of it. Don't worry." I had heard Newton shout something about me being a slut. At that particular moment I had Edward Cullen's tongue in my mouth so I didn't give a shit, but now, now I was in a state of devastated embarrassment.

Finally my heart slowed back to normal pace and my breathing became less ragged. Alice and I stood in the toilets for long after classes had started.

"It's Edward you dream about isn't it?" Alice's voice was barely above a whisper. I had never tacitly confirmed her suspicions, no matter how hard she had pushed it. There was something otherworldly about Alice, her intuition is second to none, and yet again she had managed to be, if not one step ahead of me, at the very least beside me all the way.

"Yes." For some reason, finally admitting it to her felt completely freeing. We stood in silence for another few minutes. Neither of us willing to break the thoughtful silence.

"I think....I don't know for sure...I mean I may have misheard..." Alice started, struggling for words for once in her life.

"Spit it out Alice." I sighed, placing my head back on the wall trying to avoid the part of my skull I had thumped against it and staring up at the windows on the roof.

"Edward, I think he dreams about you too."

"What?!" Impossible. Unless in his dreams he is torturing me by being completely schizophrenic like he is in real life. I never know what mood he is going to be in. One day he mocks my choices and opinions the next he is offering me his hand like he had learned the art of chivalry in the 1800's.

"I think you love him." Alice's soft sweet voice broke through my thoughts. I was startled, how could I love someone I barely knew? I'd happily admit to being completely and utterly in lust with him. I couldn't get through a day without thinking about his hands on my skin or his body over mine as he pushed into me and moved against me.

There was nothing I could say. Every denial sounded hollow even to me. I just stared at the floor, thinking about how amazing his lips had felt against mine. Alice finally walked over to me and crouched down to lock her eyes on mine. Concern was slashed across her face as she straightened up, my eyes following the movement.

"You are still going to the party right?" I nodded my head weakly.

"You are not dressing me up though." I added quickly when I saw that familiar glint in her eyes.

"Oh, please Bella! Just a little?" I hated to disappoint her, I really did, but I had to draw the line somewhere. She would have me in some sort of Westwood gothic bondage gear if I let her have free reign.

"How little?"

"I get to choose your outfit, and do your make up....and your hair."

"That, to me, sounds like a lot Alice. I get to choose the shoes." Her eyes travelled down to my beat up Vans and I swear a little part of her fashion worshipping soul died right then.

"Puma have some sexy new pumps that look a bit like proper shoes crossed with your kind of shoes." She said the last part with such disgust that I laughed.

"How much are they?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I had them delivered already."

Alice and I tended only to hang out at her place when there was serious party planning going on. Rosalie was on her way as Alice picked out items from her closet, aka the two rooms either side of hers, pushed them up against me and shook her head. This was a routine I knew well. We would spend around an hour with me standing in front of her as she held outfits up and discounted them until I reached the end of my tether and threw a fit befitting a 3 year old.

"I'm done." I told her as I threw myself down on her bed, dislodging the pile of pillows.

"We haven't even reached the new season Stella!" Quirking my eyebrow at her I remained in my spot. "Fine." Alice rarely admitted defeat so easily.

"What?"

"I just thought that maybe you wanted to look amazing tonight, but if you don't want to then that's totally ok."

"What the hell are you talking about Alice?" Rosalie's heels clicked off the wooden floors that ran through Alice's house and she appeared at the door, tossing her blonde hair off her shoulder impatiently.

"I was just saying that maybe Bella wanted to look her best tonight."

"Bella's look seems to be working out just fine for her Alice. Take it easy." Surprised at Rosalie's backing I grinned up at her. "Edward sure seems to love it anyway." She smirked down at me.

Typical Rosalie, she had the innate talent to pick up on the one thing that you are trying desperately to avoid. My mind flashed back to this morning and I let out a little sigh.

"Look at that grin, that's a grin of I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-I-wear-cos-I-won't-be-in-it-long." She laughed, pretty much spot on in her estimations. "I, on the other hand, do care, because I won't be in it long and want to see the look on his face when I arrive."

She had a point. I wanted Edward to have to pick his jaw up off the floor when he saw me tonight. In the words of Cheap Trick, I want him to want me. I also want the entire school, those who missed this morning's presentation, to know that he is off limits. There was always some vacuous little bint hovering around him in the halls or around the table at lunch. They made me want to rip out their perfectly highlighted hair with my unmanicured hands. The horror.

Alice could see me thinking through Rosalie's statement and had already turned to run and get something before I could say yay or nay. Once again I rolled my eyes at my best friend, but that stubborn little grin refused to stop playing on my mouth. I was alone with Rosalie as Alice rummaged through her wardrobes; I could hear her throwing things down accompanied by the occasional muttering about how it just wouldn't do.

"Has Emmett ever mentioned me?" She said it slowly, like the words were paining her as she spoke them. I had never seen Rosalie vulnerable and it was disconcerting. There was a nervous look on her face, like she did not want to know the answer but she was desperate to know where she stood.

"All the time Rose." At once the nervousness disappeared and was replaced with a beatific smile. How she was worried I have no idea. She looked like a goddess, she had a face that would launch a thousand ships and a body that I would kill to have. Besides all of her physical attributes, however, she was whip smart, adept at everything she did and when she let her guard down she was one of the best people I had ever met.

"Really?"

"Of course. He is besotted with you."

"Edward is with you as well, you know." That surprised me when it really shouldn't have, Rosalie was also a people watcher and she could easily tell you what another person thought about you before they had even formed a concrete thought about it. My self – preservation kicked in and refused to believe it this time.

"I wouldn't say that."

"I would, Bella, and I know what I'm talking about. He watches you when he thinks that no one can see him." She kicked off her shoes and climbed up beside me on the bed, careful to not crease any part of her clothing. That's a skill I would kill to have. "His face, Bella, I swear I have never seen a boy look at a girl with such...love before." My stomach flipped and I felt an excitement build within me.

"Really?" I squeaked. Aware that I was replicating Rosalie's words and not caring.

"Hell yes. He looks at you like he wants to protect you, love you, care for you, provide for you, sweep you up in his arms and never let you go. It's beautiful to watch." She smiled at me widely and genuine and I felt like I was going to die with happiness. Until that pesky self – preservation kicked in again and once again refused to accept that someone would love me that much.

Regardless, I wanted him to pick his jaw up off the ground when he saw me tonight and that's where Alice comes in.

Right on cue she tumbled into the room carrying what seemed like hundreds of different items, laying them gently down in front of me like she was presenting me with the meaning of life. There was a pleadingly hopeful smile on her face as she awaited my reaction.

"Fine. Do with me what you will." She actually clapped her hands with happiness when I relented and I resigned myself to some serious pain before the night was finished.

EPOV

There were three trucks waiting in front of the house when I pulled up. Emmett had done some quick work as I spied a set of turntables being lifted from the back of one truck and a few kegs from the back of another. Call him what you will, but he could throw together a party in a new town in record time. Jasper immediately went over to worship at the altar of the turntables and Emmett ran over to unlock the door to get everything into the house whilst I sat with my head in my hands, yawning so much my eyes started to tear.

She hadn't come back to school. The entire day was spent wondering how the hell I fixed something I wasn't sure how I broke. Alice had been completely absent too, leaving Jasper antsy and annoyed even after he had called her at lunch. She had been vague according to Jasper, but he could have just been playing vague himself. I was aware of just how much he loved Bella in such a different way to Alice but with the same ferocity and that could have kept him quiet.

Had I hurt her?

It would kill me if I hurt her. After years of refusing to make any sort of connection I had finally just broken all the damn rules and let go. I had let her get under my skin and where had that left me? Sitting in my car, head in hands and looking like I'm a pathetic crying pussy. Awesome.

Jasper traipsed back to the car and hauled my door open.

"It's not that bad, Edward, just don't cry about it."

"I'm not crying you tool."

"Don't be so defensive, it's ok for men to cry too." He was needling me on purpose.

"What did Alice say?! Is Bella ok?!" I was desperate to know if I'd completely fucked my chances with her and finally Jasper caught up to the fact that I was falling apart not knowing.

"Jesus. She has completely hooked you in."

"How to state the obvious, Jasper, thanks for that, really fucking helpful." I mumbled, pushing past him and raking my fingers through my hair, pulling lightly at the ends. It drove Esme mad when I did it, but it made me feel better, like I was pulling out all the bad stuff from my head.

"They are both fine and at Alice's getting ready for the party." My heart started to beat rapidly and the relief that flooded through me was making me a little high.

"She is still coming?" He chuckled at the desperate happiness in my voice.

"Yes. God, who knew you could be so whipped?" Laughing he ducked out of reach of my tender knuckles and glided serenely through the front door.

Smug spry bastard that he is.

Emmett was in full Operation P.A.R.T.Y mode when I finally crossed the threshold. The delivery guys had somehow been roped into moving all of the furniture down into the entertainment room before they did anything else. There was only the bare minimum of furniture left on the ground floor. The white sofas were missing along with anything else lighter than dark brown just in case. This was years of seriously honing a skill. There had been a few stellar moments of complete insanity at parties past and he had learned never to make the same mistake twice. An entire semester of being grounded tends to do that to a guy.

The bar was being assembled and stocked with a huge variety of spirits; it even had working beer taps. This was looking like it was going to exceed even Emmett's expectations. Sneakily I grabbed a bottle of Jack from it and took it up to my room. If Bella didn't turn up I might just need it. If Bella did turn up we might just need it.

Please let her turn up.

I was so tired after having shit all sleep the night before and this morning felt like a lifetime ago already. It felt wrong when she wasn't in my arms. Jasper was right, I am whipped. She didn't even know it. I lay down on my bed and felt the comfort flood into my brain and through my tired bones. A quick nap could be just what I needed. I tried to fight it for a minute, my brain working furiously to keep me awake but eventually I let myself fall back into the black spot of sleep, sure that party noises would wake me when the time came.

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